chapter 19

Not many days went by when I didn't have a fight. Most of my fights were with a man I called Bruce. He fought to dance. It was more like sparring. His skills were well beyond mine but he often gave me suggestions how to defend myself from him.

He always made certain that he kept the advantage over me. And he made me earn my hits.

"You are a natural, Barbaralba."

I caught him on his way to meet his girlfriend so had to find a different opponent. I was feeling lucky and I was carrying my sticks, so I ran to ask for a fight I had long wanted.

A bad ass pimp.

I knew he often did his rounds. I had given him the finger a couple times running by him and his bitches.

"Hi Ladies. How's the boss treating you."

One of the girls looked at me and laughed.

"Are you lost, Honey. Shouldn't you be in bed."

She meant it sweet so I smiled.

"I have a nervous condition. An addiction to fighting. And I know it's crazy, but I want to fight your pimp."

"Girl, you best go home and don't watch so many movies."

She was curious. She saw me not leaving when the pimp man pulled up in his over stereo typical big black mirrsaidies. Like he was in a fuckin' 'Am da coolest a da coolest bad neggars' video.

"This is going in my book."

"If you don't get the fuck out of here, I'll beat your little ass."

"You're a big fuckin' asshole. That's what everyone thinks of you."

Maybe he was nice to his mom and sister, I didn't know him that well. But I knew his moves.

Had I not smashed my open fist up into his jaw, his punch to my face would have knocked me cold. It only knocked me down. He tried to kick me but I rolled back up onto my feet. And he already had a knife in his hand.

Cunt.

I jumped up with my sticks swinging up to hit his hand. I hit it again before bones broke and he let it go.

Then I kicked him in his stomach over and over knocking him back toward the car where his buddy was getting out of the passenger seat.

I jumped up and spun around, a move Bruce taught me, and kicked him, the pimp, in the side of the head and he went down.

The second guy I put down without knowing what I did. But whatever it was, it had impressed the ladies.

I ran up to them, giving each of them a kiss, then I went back to my comfortable cell.

"Hey, you silly bitch, you're bleeding."

Lysa woke up when I came in the window.

"What the fuck happened to you."

"Quiet. Come to the bathroom with me."

I confessed to Lysa.

"You're a fuckin' Maniac."

I put my hand on her panties. The warmth felt good on my cold hands. She peed a little on my hand. My fingers slid under her panties and smoothly into her cunt hole.

"I'm finding it hard to concentrate on your cut. It's not deep."

I laughed and dug up into her as far as I could. She did the same to me and we kissed and tryed to be quiet while we brought each other to an orgasm.

chapter 20

I was released. After 6 months of my sentence, they tossed me out to make space. Lysa had stolen and crashed some government official's big german car, so she was staying in for a few more months.

Esau came to pick me up. Mom was too neurotic to drive anymore.

"Nice to have you back, Anny."

"I'm glad to be back. Mom."

We sat down at the table in the kitchen and had some cookies and tea while Esau and my mom explained Dad's disappearance. He had left no indication that he planned to disappear. The FBI had been through all his private things. Nothing. At least nothing they told my mother.

They both were staring at me.

"What."

chapter 21

The guy across from me on the bus was looking at me and masturbating. He was holding a newspaper over his lap and trying not to be frantic.

It wasn't turning me on even a little, so I got out two stops early and walked alone down the streets of Washington, wondering if I really wanted to go to school.

When I had decided on no, I turned around to see two big idiots in suits.

"Anny Dixon. We need a few minutes of your time."

"My minimum charge is 1,000 dollars. Up to one hour. Condoms are mandatory and no kissing."

They were both a little stunned for a second before showing their FBI badges.

"Am I under arrest or something. I was just thinking about taking the morning off."

"It's a matter of national security."

There was a car door opened and I was shown into it. I figured if they wanted me dead, they would have picked me up somewhere other than in front of a high school. So I got in.

"You ain't aliens, are you."

Two of the four looked at me, then looked strait ahead again. And we drove in silence while I thought about having my ass licked. There was a thwopping sound the car made over bumps that sounded like a penis falling out of a mouth while being sucked. I kept my ass up and kept putting the penis in my mouth. Then I felt a finger go in my asshole. Then another.

When my asshole was wide open, he planted his cock in the tunnel of love for the tribe of Sodom and Gomorrah.

But across the river were the anal retentive slaves of a mad despotic tyrant. And they declared war on all non slaves, went over the river and murdered everyone but the virgin children, who they turned into whores of the temple.

"We have reason to believe that your father is alive."

I watched and waited. Even though we were no longer in the car and in a silent room. Where they beat people. I could hear the thwopping of the penis falling out of my mouth. And I could feel a cock up my ass.


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